FEARFUL & HER FEAR

Part:15 (Perfection)

Author's POV

"You got what???" Sana's bestfriend
Faiza almost shouted making the other women of the mosque turn towards them annoyed. She murmured sorry & then stood up while watching Sana fold her Prayer Mat.

"M..ma..married " she shivered while mentioning even.

"❝Kiske sath!!?❞ (with whom)

❝S..S...I..Ddharth Sheikh" her cheeks turned red as she took his name. Faiza smiled widely on her very shy bestfriend's raw blush. But in the next second her brain actually understood about whom she was talking.

"Y..ou mean THE SIDDHARTH SHEIKH???!!YOU MEAN, you were afraid of him. We, the whole city is afraid of him. He himself is a fear. How can my such weak nerve bff be his mate??!" Faiza wondered.

"I...I don't kn..ow" Sana whispered as her eyes filled with tears. She always felt inferior infront of Sid for her ultra soft & delicate type of nature.

Faiza cupped her short heightened bff's cheeks hurriedly, "Arey!!Ro kyu rahi hein? (Why are you crying?) I was just asking if you are happy & can handle things?"

Sana hold her both hands tightly looking up, "Faiza,...Am I..Am I that bad to be someone like him's wife? I..i understand I am nothing infront of him..but..I can work hard to.. To get a position in.. Social life.. & I.. I will try to change myself into..into a way more strong person.. Like like he is. But, I need time for that. Won't he understand it? Or will he be pissed off of me after learning about my true personality? "

❝You are perfect for me❞ a voice echoed in Sana's ear making her look around the mosque yard & finally her eyes stucked on those deep eyes that's calmer than sea.

Faiza looked around too & saw Siddharth standing there wearing a black Kabli set with his men.

"A...ap?Yaha?" (you here?), Sana nervously asked looking everywhere on the floor to escape his dark aura somehow.

But nothing was working as he started walking towards her. Her heart wanted to burst out & her cheeks were on fire.

"It's Jumma (Friday) Sana" his voice came as cold as it possible.
Before even she could say anything Faiza spoke, "Yes. Obviously Jiju. Assalamualikum. I..I am Sana's best friend. Um..Faiza... I...um..we.."

Without letting her finish he said, "Come, let me drop you two home"

Sana wanted to say no, but Faiza excitedly welcomed the offer & nodded.

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Sid's PA sat infront of the Jeep . & in back, Sana sat in-between Siddharth & her bff.. holding her running heart on own hand almost.

Siddharth's dominating fragrance was chocking her breaths in anxiousness while his huge figure was not helping the situation too. She kept looking down on her lap but still couldn't calm down.

As her eyes were comparing Sid's palm (which was kept on Sid's thigh) with her palm which she deliberately kept on her things.

His veiny hands looked 2 times huger than hers. She blushed closing her eyes tightly.

So, apparently she missed the hard break & was about fly forward but Siddharth's hand snaked her tummy like a seatbelt to save her. But Faiza's get wildly knocked on the front seat's backhead.

Sana, looked at her callous friend first & then looked down towards the seatbelt that was keeping her stable in her seat. She was practically hanging on his veiny hands.
She wanted to blush madly but Siddharth shouted, "What the heck are you DOING? "

His driver, sana, faiza, pa all of them gulped hearing his shout.

"Sorry, Sir. So sorry. I couldn't see the holek"

Unbothered by the driver's excuse, Sid looked down at Sana asking, "You okay, baccha?"

Faiza, Sana both gasped on that word.

"h..m..mm.." Sana answered breathing a bit high.

“& you?" He eyed Faiza who nodded like a cartoon before adding, “Umm..Jiju It's my home already. You can drop me here"

He ordered the driver according making Sana more nervous as she will be alone with Sid now in the lavishing back seat of his jeep.

Her face turned into tomato when Faiza was leaving her with her husband. She clutched Faiza's dress tightly making Faiza look at Sid like a befool.

“Daant maat khilwa mujhe, chorr.Wo dekh rahe hein" (Don't get me scolded, leave me. He's watching already ) Faiza murmured making Sana leave her dress with a pout.

“Bye!" take forbade Faiza left asap making The Jeep move again.

“I won't eat you. Stop fearing me" he said loud while reading the file he had in his hand.

She kept looking at him like a lost child when he looked at her commenting, “I'm the last person you should fear, sweetheart "

She locked her eyes with his ones as she kept drowning into those calm, relaxing vibe giving eyes. Her tiny body wanted to feel the warmth of comfort that his eyes were providing. She craved for care all her life & Here's she's getting a full sea of those. Her eyes filled with tears.

❝What? Are you feeling okay?❞ her tears made him question suspiciously 

She wiped off her tears mumbling, ❝ye..yes. These are..are. ha..p. ppy tears❞

His corner of lips formed itself into a small smile but he hid it as soon as he got a call. He answered it making her eyes still stuck on her newly married husband.

His every feature is perfect. She didn’t notice them so closely before. His palms are big & veiny just like his elbow. His fingers are thick but tall. His jaw is so sharp that it can slice raw potatoes. His lips are not at all pink but seems like... A... Smokers one yet beautiful.

Everything about him is so perfect that she's forced to ask her God, “How? How did she became so lucky to have someone like him"

Her chain of thoughts broke when he cut the call. She blushed looking at her lap again. Her stomach had butterflies. Only butterflies.

Part finished

Sorry :)